The Branded Female Fencer

Truffon turns one note of Aldrius. Daily events were spelled out there like diaries. I thought he was a serious man, so I don't think it's strange to have a diary, but at the same time, Aldrius was extremely reluctant to let people know his psyche, so it was surprising to Truffon that he left this on himself. I also think he may have had or visited changes in his life with Alphilis. Either way, Truffon wondered if the answer was in this notebook. He goes on to read the notes.

"I am a magician who has reached the age of 20 this year. The time of year is spring. The war that has engulfed the continent for many years will soon come to an end. This is going to be a peaceful time, but my heart never calms down. I don't know who I was born into. I don't even know my parents' faces. Because I was a war orphan, I learned that I had one year old every spring came. And did I spring that period because the earth woke up from its winter sleep and I had some sense of anticipation myself at a time when my life would bloom? I find this very ridiculous. Am I still a crappy person?

I guess it's the questions I've had that are so crappy to many people. But I wanted to figure out how many people I was. To that end, I'm going to run away from the Magic Church. It's bad for the chairman who laid eyes on me and others, but I'm sick and tired of fighting over the forces of the Magic Church, etc. Anyway, you're a human being without any back shield like me, you can't expect to be born here or anything, and if you're jealous, you're the one who gets assassinated. Well, there are exceptions like the chairman's, but that would be the first time you could be immortal and with that much strength. A sorcerer who is not as attacking as I am, can't want to be born here or anything.

What I have done in this church of sorcery is a great deal of sorcery. There was no such thing as an unusable attribute to me, and that fact made the Magic Church noisy at first. That's another important thing, so much so that I and others are compared to the legendary heroic king. But all the magic I could use stayed between elementary and intermediate. Learning was quick, but it stops quickly as you grow. I started to figure it out myself along the way, but that was like going up a ladder I knew I had no ahead of me and checking "oh, still no". It was the Church's final assessment of me that I could do anything and nothing at the same time.

The only thing I appreciated like that was sealing. Lock me up. My talent was shown in this regard. Maybe more because I was interested in the field of sealing. I have long calmed down when I saw a bird basket bird. Not for the reason that she's cute. I also find it adorable, but superiority over the fact that you can have more feathers than that and trap birds flying freely around the sky. That's all comforted my heart in the last 20 years. I want to try to trap the world in this hand one way or another. I even thought it was such a big deal.

I know this thought is distorted. But people like me are like that. No one deserves to accuse me of that, I won't let you. That's why I learned all kinds of manners to behave as a common sense man. Don't make enemies, don't let anyone neglect you, no, even like you. The art of friendship, the art of love, the art of social interaction, the way people move their psyches. Eventually the surroundings will react exactly as I intended. It was a kind of pleasure, but it was the beginning of hell.

The chairman may have spotted me like that. When I told him I was willing to quit the Magic Church, he just said, "Do what you want," with one word on his back. I guess I was very blessed without a chase from the Magic Church. I don't feel slightly unwound in the back of my hair, such as someone who cares about me. But it is the expectation of where to go that my gratitude originally diminished occupies my heart. Once upon a time there was a fortune teller who said there was a minister who would be royal aristocrats about me. Another said he would be a great villain who would keep his name in history. I said something makes me a hero. It would be equal to your old lady, but don't you expect it? Should it then be a big city, or a secret frontier? Let's throw the branches of the tree in front of us and decide where we're going today '

That's the end of my first day's diary. Since then, his diary has been spelled out day after day, but he doesn't have time, or if the sun occasionally falls out, he even writes next with the reason. He seemed very serious, and Truffon thought that Aldrius, who he felt, wasn't all lies.

Turning the page flat, Truffon continues to read the journal. Apparently, for nearly a year, Aldrius was wandering around. I do things like mercenaries to earn a living, and I even do things like merchant imitation and even fraud. Sometimes it was a pain in the ass to dictate a woman, and it was like exactly what humans could do was do it all the way. Hausen, many Begrad citizens, or if Alphilis knew, a lot of despising behavior, but he just didn't do anything to plunge someone for his own pleasure. Was it his way of putting it on? The reason for this was not written in the notebook, but Truffon felt a little relieved that Aldrius still didn't seem to be the root bad guy.

And after nearly a year of wandering, Aldrius has a turning point to visit.

"Will it be nearly a year since we continue our journey today? As always, I remain unable to find my way. Even though the earth that stands today will continue to have divided paths, all of them look terribly unstable to me. What a luxurious concern it may be compared to the peasants tied to the land or to the nobles and knights tied to blood and covenants, but for me now that worry is everything.

While traveling unnecessarily, I met an old woman on the side of the road. Apparently, he's a fortune teller. I had nothing to do with it anyway, and it was my first time in a long time to have it accounted for. But the word was something that could change my future life for me.

Thus is the first voice of the old woman.

"You finally came before this bitch, boy"

The word itself is no big deal. It's a constant complaint that many astrologers use to make their predictive abilities look bigger. I smiled back.

"Yeah, finally. For you to divine what lies ahead."

If I give it back like this, many fortune-tellers will start divinating right away. I have searched for coarseness from it and argued about it, but I don't feel like it this time either. But the old woman's reaction was unexpected.

"Can I divine it? I'll tell you one thing, this woman can't do a good fortune or anything. Your fate will be miserable no matter what."

I was surprised by these words. Normally, fortune-tellers often occupy all the good content in order to scare more money from their opponents. Although there are some people who don't wear it, they basically praise the other person. Certainly, as an M.O. for fraud, the look on the old woman's face was serious, although some students tried to account for yet another fee for how to avoid being unhappy after threatening her opponent scatterly. You're probably seriously thinking about me. Then again, I was there to intrigue you. Honestly, I am confident in my abilities. I know very well that I am a much better person than I am in the past year. And what misfortune comes to me that I am neither niggardly nor niggardly in using wisdom and witchcraft to manipulate my surroundings as I please?

"Then let us have a fortune. Unfortunate events can be avoided by knowing in advance."

"Normally. But in that case, things are different, and if you can avoid misfortune, no one will have a hard time. But you can choose which misfortune is better. You can go if you want, but what do you want to do?

"... okay, you can't back down the other way if they say so."

I nowadays accepted her words, even though I remembered the creeps in the old woman. She was crushing her cursed (serious) words as she took out a large string of strings of many colors that she had wrapped around her nose and rubbed it in her hand. And besides, he threw the strings, throwing stones of various colors that he had taken out of his nostrils even once there, and took a serious look at the place where it had subsided.

Let me see your hands.

The old woman looked at a string and stone, then now at my hand. I had no idea what she was doing, so I left her alone. But I knew clearly that she wasn't trying to do something about me.

Eventually, when she let go of my hand, she shook her head unfortunately.

"What's up, ma'am?"

"I don't know if I can change my destiny... but I was hoping for you a little bit."

"What do you mean?

To the dismay of too many old women, I was also concerned about the servant. What is this old woman trying to tell you? My intellectual curiosity was beginning to tickle. But the old woman's words weren't mean.

"I can't tell you. That's what this is all about."

"It won't. Tell me all you can think of."

"Absolutely. You're right. But it's something you really shouldn't say. There's really nothing you can do about it."

"Tell me that, isn't everything actually appropriate? It's a common one called Squidward."

"I see, has it come to that? Believe it or not, you're on your own, but you're not listening to this woman here. I've been wandering around for decades looking for someone like you. Let me show you the power of this woman."

That said, the woman began to see the strings and stones earlier again.

Continued